Flutterby™! : Thorax Cake

Oh. My. This freakin' rocks, and I'm going to have to make this for someone's birthday. Shamelessly filched from Borklog, the Thorax Cake...

At this point Barbara May came home from a party and helped me move the cake to its final location so I could attach the intestine, which was to be trailing out of the rib cage so as to suggest that the person to whom the thorax had belonged had been ripped apart, rather than carefully dissected.

I bent the jelly roll (which I was quite proud of; I'd never made that kind of cake before and I sometimes have problems with whipping eggs.

Warning: Although all violence is apparently simulated, the pictures are not to be viewed if you're squeamish.